I tried to talk to Weezer...

But he's way freaking out of it. I just wanted some kind of confirmation that he was the one who put the the book in the ceiling. But I couldn't even get a blink. I'm really worried about him. Breathing is kind of important. I feel like I never really took the asthma seriously. Of course, the asthma isn't all of it. He's screwed around with his body eighteen ways to Sunday (as Grandpa likes to say) His heart is messed up and I know his brain is scrambled. I've been watching him get progressively dumber for years and it hasn't been pretty. We all know what's wrong with, we always have, but nobody's ever been able to figure out what to do about it. I feel very tired...